I have only been aware of Charlie Kirk for about 5 years. His syndicated radio show premiered in early October of 2020, and I started listening a short time later. During that time, I grew to admire him and believe that he was one of the smartest people on the radio.
I heard of his photographic memory and long hours of preparation for the debates he participated in, then I listened to him and believed that the sky was the limit for this hardworking crusader.
I often learned from Charlie but, even better, I heard him school “experts” with facts that proved their assertions were not correct. He did it with such class, calm and compassion that it was beyond impressive! I have only heard him raise his voice a few times and those were in response to loud hecklers who would not let him respond to their lies. Even with those rude people, Charlie was just loud enough to be heard. He did not demean them. He did not disparage them. He schooled them, and while he schooled them, he schooled the audiences that started very small and grew into the thousands like the crowd that saw him assassinated.
He was a religious man who put God first in all things, as I believe, we all should.
Even as Charlie was lying lifeless, the left was attacking him with claims he was a racist, a hater and a false Christian. I am so tired of attacks like this, particularly when they are so blatantly false as is usually the case.
At some point in my life, I started censoring my comments in fear that I would offend someone with an opposing view. For years I had expressed myself, as all Americans should. Then, after constant bombardment from the Main Stream Media (MSM), I began to hold back.
I remember a day I was looking through my closet to choose a shirt to wear to a family function. Most of my extended family are Chicago Democrats and, while they wear whatever they want, they are offended by conservative attire. I was very tempted to wear one of my “Pro-Police” shirts. I was looking at a short sleeve shirt that had, “Breathe easy don’t break the law” stamped on it. The other shirt was a long-sleeved T-Shirt that had the “Police flag” stamped on it.
Both shirts, in my opinion should not be objectionable to anyone but criminals. I thought it would be nice to let them know that police officers keep the peace and should not be targeted for doing so. I realized that the “breathe easy” shirt was a bit provocative, but believed that a police flag, worn by a police officer, should not offend anyone. As I was telling myself that I remembered how offended they had been when I challenged their liberal assertions in the past. I chose to wear the plain black t-shirt instead.
I used to fly my American flag every day, until a “well-meaning” neighbor pointed out that my flag is offensive to illegal immigrants. I had a long discussion with the neighbor. I brought up the fact that nobody is obligated to live in our country, and it is easier to get out of than it is to get into (Not counting the Biden years)! The neighbor remained intentionally ignorant and I, eventually, took the flag down and only fly it on special occasions.
Charlie’s assassination woke me up.
I knew that I was wrong to compromise my beliefs to appease those who disagree with me, but I succumbed to the media. I knew better but still failed to be who I was meant to be.
I recently heard a recording of Charlie answering a conservative student on a college campus. The student told Charlie he loves America and planned to enlist in the Navy to serve his country. He asked Charlie if he had any ideas as to how he should reconcile the sad fact that the country he loves officially embraces and endorses abortion and the LGBTQI community.
Charlie responded that the love of country comes from tradition, laws, and established practices of that country. He added that the governance of the country may drift away from its’ ideals when inept public servants get into office. Charlie added that the beauty of America is that these poor officials can be voted out and the damage they do can be corrected. Then he reminded the student that it’s the country he loves and is signing up to fight for.
I like, I fear, so many others. Stopped fighting for my country with my words. I hid my love for America under a bucket so I wouldn’t offend the haters. Those who are offended by our flag, our traditions, our police! I let the MSM convince me to shut up.
America has to be fought for on the streets and on the battle fields. I we don’t keep the flame of liberty and The American Way burning we will lose it!
Both shirts, in my opinion should not be objectionable to anyone but criminals. I thought it would be nice to let them know that police officers keep the peace and should not be targeted for doing so. I realized that the “breathe easy” shirt was a bit provocative, but believed that a police flag, worn by a police officer, should not offend anyone. As I was telling myself that I remembered how offended they had been when I challenged their liberal assertions in the past. I chose to wear the plain black t-shirt instead.
I used to fly my American flag every day, until a “well-meaning” neighbor pointed out that my flag is offensive to illegal immigrants. I had a long discussion with the neighbor. I brought up the fact that nobody is obligated to live in our country, and it is easier to get out of than it is to get into (Not counting the Biden years)! The neighbor remained intentionally ignorant and I, eventually, took the flag down and only fly it on special occasions.
Charlie’s assassination woke me up.
I knew that I was wrong to compromise my beliefs to appease those who disagree with me, but I succumbed to the media. I knew better but still failed to be who I was meant to be.
I recently heard a recording of Charlie answering a conservative student on a college campus. The student told Charlie he loves America and planned to enlist in the Navy to serve his country. He asked Charlie if he had any ideas as to how he should reconcile the sad fact that the country he loves officially embraces and endorses abortion and the LGBTQI community.
Charlie responded that the love of country comes from tradition, laws, and established practices of that country. He added that the governance of the country may drift away from its’ ideals when inept public servants get into office. Charlie added that the beauty of America is that these poor officials can be voted out and the damage they do can be corrected. Then he reminded the student that it’s the country he loves and is signing up to fight for.
I like, I fear, so many others. Stopped fighting for my country with my words. I hid my love for America under a bucket so I wouldn’t offend the haters. Those who are offended by our flag, our traditions, our police! I let the MSM convince me to shut up.
America has to be fought for on the streets and on the battle fields. I we don’t keep the flame of liberty and The American Way burning we will lose it!
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